Too Far

Chapter Twelve

"I'm very happy for you, Maya." Topanga rubbed my hand before turning away to get back to work.

Among the flood of people, Lucas and Farkle, laughing with eachother, came into the little café.

"Hi, Farkle." Riley said, getting up to hug him.

"What's up, Huckleberry?" I smiled. They decided to sit down at the booth with us and order food or drinks.

"Maya, you're not hungry?" Lucas asked when his food and drink were brought to him.

"Nah, I ate not too long ago." Riley and Farkle were holding up a conversation and Lucas was eyeballing me as I sipped my hot chocolate.

He pushed his plate towards me and I shook my head, pushing it back to him.

"Lucas I promise, I'm not hungry. You're gonna have to trust me when I say things like that." I said quietly.

"Fine." He sighed, knowing I was right, and continued to eat his cake.

"Hey, do you guys wanna catch a movie with us?" Farkle asked as him and Riley stood up and put their coats on.

"Nah, we're gonna hang here, too cold out." Lucas answered for both of us.

Riley gave me a hug and walked out of the building, holding Farkle's hand.

"They're cute." Lucas said.

"Isn't it funny how... they're not officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet, but they were holding hands?" I asked as I pushed my half gone cup of hot chocolate aside.

"I guess, but if they're comfortable with it, then it's not really weird." He was looking at me, but playing with his fingers.

"Do we have to do that? You know, since we're actually dating?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Only if both of us want to. We don't have to do what other people do just because. If you're comfortable with that then I'm all on board, but we could wait 'til you know one hundred percent that you want to." Lucas moved to sit next to me, taking the seat Riley was previously sitting in.

"I-I don't know if I'm entirely ready for that..." I admitted.

As much as I liked Lucas, there's a little voice in my head that keeps telling me he's doing this all as an act. Obviously that little voice hates to see me happy.

"And I'm okay with that, but if you don't mind my asking, why? I don't want this to be weird between us. I want us to be able to be comfortable."

"I don't know, Lucas. I like you, I really do... but, there's always something in the back of my head telling me that... that you're just pretending. I want to believe that you're not, but-"

Lucas grabbed my wrist, obviously respecting that I said I didn't want to hold his hand just yet, and pulled me along the sidewalks of New York until we finally reached his apartment.

We walked into his house and into his room where he locked the door.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked, pointing at the door knob.

"Because I don't want any interuptions. What do you want to know? Ask me anything and I'll answer truthfully. We can do this until that little voice in your head shuts the hell up."

"Lucas this is-"

"Trust me." He sat down next to me and I looked around, thinking of a question to ask him.

"Did you really like Riley?"

"Of course I did! I really liked Riley." He furrowed his eyebrows, almost shocked I would ask that.

"What happened?"

"My parents once told me that if there's two people you like, go with the second one because if you truly liked the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second... You were the second girl I started to like. After awhile of think about it, I realized I loved Riley as more of a friend."

"Your parents are smart." I smiled. They'd given him some great advice, and I'm sure that's a quote I'll remember for the rest of my life.

"Is that all?" Lucas asked.

"No." I breathed. "What all did my dad say about me?" I asked slowly. Lucas hadn't told me everything before and I wanted to know.

"Maya, I'm not answering that." He said. He seemed concerned, confused as to why I wanted to know, and a bit angry.

"You said you'd answer any question I had truthfully." I reminded him.

"Some things are better off not being repeated."

"But, Luc-"

"Please drop it, Maya." Lucas stood up of his bed and was pacing from wall to wall, clenching his fists.

"That bad... huh?" I asked nervously.

"Just know he got what he deserved. I didn't like what he said about you or how he said it!" Lucas was practically shouting by the end of his sentence.

I slowly stood up off his bed and walked towards him. When he turned to keep pacing, he ran into me, wrapping his arms around my back to keep me on my feet. I grabbed onto his biceps to stabilize myslef and Lucas seemed to calm down a bit when my skin touched his.

"I don't want you to ever find out what he said, and I'm sure your mother would agree."

"You told my mom?" I was shocked. Why would he tell my mom more than he told me?

"Yes, Maya. She needed to know the extend of your father's words. I... I don't want to to get hurt by him anymore, that's why I'm not telling you."

"Lucas."

"You're just gonna have to trust me on this one... please?" I looked up into Lucas' eyes and he was practically pleading me to drop the subject.

Maybe he's doing the right thing by not telling me... but I still want to know. Why would what he said hurt me if he left town already?